Everyone knows the old proverb "April showers bring May flowers" but I have to say, this year, I'm preferring May showers to May flowers. If you recall from my last post, Doug and I recently dug up our front patch of grass and threw down grass seed. I hesitate to call what we did "planting" because, quite frankly, neither one of us have a particularly green thumb so it was more like wishful scattering. We've been watering
I shouldn't be so surprised. The seeds gave me a personal guarantee. See?
But, you don't know me. Some days I am fully convinced that the only reason I remember to feed and water the dogs is because they remind me. Loudly. Calm down, I'm kidding. I take very good care of the dogs. Grass, and other botanical endeavors? Not so much. So yes, despite the guarantee, I was skeptical. Yet there it is a week later - tiny little blades of fresh baby grass poking through the (partially dry) soil.
Ok, so maybe it's sparse and maybe it'll require another scattering, but it is most definitely there and growing! The epitome of spring and renewal. I am...elated!
The freshness and downright "springy-ness" of our new grass led my thoughts to the fresh flavors of spring. What could be springy-er than asparagus, peas and ramps? Three different shades of springtime green dancing against a backdrop of creamy white rice? Yep - I'm making a spring risotto!